Kapitel 968: Each Has Their Own Skills

When the guests in the inn heard the commotion, they all went over to take a look. 

They saw the chubby fifteen or sixteen year old boy who had walked in, clad in expensive robes that glittered so much they could barely keep their eyes open. Their eyes were all on him.

It was obvious that he was a wealthy young master. 

When they were still in their thoughts, they saw another young man dressed in red robes enter the inn, his dazzling red robe like fire. His beautiful face and remarkable temperament was dazzling, and people couldn't help but stare. The young man's eyebrows exuded confidence and his serene eyes hid power. When he raised his hand, he exuded confidence and authority, magnificence and heretical blended together, seemingly honourable and also evil, noble beyond comparison.